Monday, April 2, 2007

you can read?


But,

don't think much more of the words slipping off my tongue,
commanding you to please...
it was a momentary/addiction
always a body 2 body persuasion
anti-emotion
anti-commotion
anti-explosion
steady boy, every-body needs their fix


But,


you've been reading me like an assigned novel--by memorizing
characters all in play
plot to a time
themes jumping out from the crevices of your mind
denouement who?
who?
steady boy, i play like french ain't my game
while reading you reading me reading my name
as you put your piano hands to mr. big...
ahhhhh,
no-one's shaming you
ahhhhh


But,


you can read?
sexual healing?
nah.
sexual/emotional/spiritual connect-some-dots?
nah.
sexual pleasure?
your extra sense did you wrong


But,

i'll entertain your paranoia
not because i'm better...i mean bitter


But,

because i am tired of being sung

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is the world really controlled by Gnostic archons?

Anonymous said...

Do forms of intellectual rigor scare you into sarcasm, Gink? At times, it is the lowest example of actual cognitive production. So, what is the answer? Ahhh, Socrates is back!

Anonymous said...

enuff banter: i like the flow of this thang....